The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.
Peaceful moon. I consist only of bones.
Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.
I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
Am I to leave this world as a man who shies away from all conclusions?
Evil is the starry sky of the Good.
Human nature, essentially changeable, unstable as the dust, can endure no restraint; if it binds itself it soon begins to tear madly at its bonds, until it renders everything asunder, the wall, and th...
There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.
The hardest bones, containing the richest marrow, can be conquered only by a united crushing of all the teeth of all dogs. That of course is only a figure of speech and exaggerated; if all teeth were...
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back.
إن المرء يكون بالغ الأنانية عندما يكون متعبًا
You are so vulnerably haunting; Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.
Lost among these entirely strange people.
Leo en Dostoievski el pasaje que tanto se asemeja a ser desdichado
Il sogno è l'ultima notizia che possiedo di te.
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
Writing is a deeper sleep than death.
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
